Bagram Air Base, Afghanistan.
Tony disembarked from the plane in formal attire, accompanied by a group of military officers and a local government general.
Armed soldiers stood guard around the area, while Steve stood aside, his expression serious.
"General!" Tony smiled and extended his hand.
The head of the air force base shook his hand and glanced at the representative next to him. "We are looking forward to your weapons display."
"Thank you," Tony replied, shaking hands with the other representatives in turn. These people were potential buyers.
Outside the base, in an open space, Tony began demonstrating the missile he had invented.
Behind him, endless mountains stretched into the distance, some still capped with snow.
"Which is better, to be respected or to be feared? I say both! And so, I humbly present the flagship product of the Stark Industries Freedom Series."
Steve put on his sunglasses and stood next to Rod, legs apart, hands behind his back in a strict military posture.
"This is the first missile system to incorporate our patented impact technology. A scholar once said the best weapon is one that never needs to be used—
I respectfully disagree! I prefer weapons that only need to be used once to complete their mission!"
"That's what my father did! That's what America did! And so far, it's been a success!"
Tony activated the missile launcher, controlled by artificial intelligence, and targeted the snowy mountains in the distance.
Flames erupted from the missile's tail, propelling it forward at supersonic speed.
Upon reaching its target, it deployed a dozen smaller missiles that scattered over a wide area.
Boom! Explosions erupted across more than ten kilometers, sending mushroom clouds into the sky.
The violent shockwaves threw Tony slightly forward.
The American officers and local representatives were also rocked by the blast. Even from ten kilometers away, they could feel the immense force.
Such a missile was terrifying. In a backward country reliant on tanks and AKs, this strike was overwhelming.
The shockwave system alone could neutralize terrorists hiding in air-raid shelters.
Among all the spectators, only Steve remained unfazed.
Covered in dust, the bald general dusted himself off and exaggeratedly said, "As expected of Captain America! You've got real determination!"
Steve nodded seriously, scanning the distance as if recognizing someone familiar.
Tony opened a champagne box nearby. The glasses rose with a burst of cold air. "For every order over 500 million, I'll give one of these away."
Everyone grabbed a glass and Tony raised his. "A tribute to peace!"
"Salute to peace!" everyone responded, clinking their glasses.
Tony wasn't drinking for pleasure—he was performing the social ritual required to secure orders.
At this moment, Tony's phone rang. It was his partner on a video call.
"Hey, Obadiah, you woke up early?" Tony asked.
On the other end, a bald man with a half-white beard looked as if he had just gotten out of bed.
"Hey, Tony, how's the weapons demonstration going? This order is crucial, and I'm a little worried."
"Very good," Tony replied confidently. "Looks like Christmas came early."
Obadiah's excited smile gradually turned cold and calculating.
"Tony, don't blame me. Your father and I built Stark Industries together, and I have my share! You want to give away your shares? Not happening."
—
Tony got into the Hummer, ready to leave and celebrate with a woman.
Rhodes hurried to catch up, but the car door was already closed. "Hi, Tony."
"Rod, this is the happy Hummer. Your boring Hummer is behind." Tony wasn't letting Rhodes ride with him—he wanted fun.
"The captain was left behind by the general. I'll go back with you." Rhodes' other mission was protection and coordinating with Stark Industries.
"No worries. If you don't chat with a legend when you meet him, how can you brag about it later?" Tony shrugged.
Rhodes, slightly helpless, said, "Okay, I'll go back after finishing here. See you at the base later."
It was only about twenty to thirty kilometers to the air force base.
On the other side, Steve was speaking with a pretty blonde woman next to General Orem.
"Captain, this is my niece, Sharon Carter," General Orem introduced.
"Hello, Captain," Sharon smiled and extended her hand. Her eyes reflected admiration and curiosity.
Steve shook her hand, feigning confusion. "What's your relationship with Peggy?"
"She's my aunt," Sharon winked playfully.
Youthful, smart, and a little mischievous, she had been hearing stories about Steve from her aunt since she was a child.
Meeting the legendary Captain America for the first time, she was already a little moved and couldn't resist getting closer.
With his halo of favorability, legendary status, and towering, muscular figure, which woman could resist such a man?
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